Generally a pretty great day. Although choosing to get lunch from the food stall with no queue did prove my wife right – it was overpriced shit.
What was awesome value was the tasting with Barry Crockett. You can read more about him here, but suffice to say he is a living legend. For five euro we got to sample (generous) measures of the four pot still whiskeys made here in Midleton.
Crowds at the tasting in the distillery were down a little this year. Last year’s event was packed, as it was free. Afterwards, they found a little old lady collecting all the leftover glasses and emptying them into a plastic bottle to take home and ‘make a cake’ with. So this year they decided to eliminate non-aficionados with a nominal fee.
However, many there had no idea what they were drinking, as they chugged a €28 measure of Barry Crockett Legacy as though it was tequila from a dirty glass in Magaluf. I was at the event last year and it was the same, but once again Barry handled it all with good humour. He was even willing to pose with what most people would classify as a stalker:
I think he liked me because I’m the same colour as a pot still, and coated with even more fusel oils. Totes mahogs. I also told him we were distantly related. After consultation with my dad, I realise we are not. Awks.
Anyway, the shitty photos above should give you some flavour (!!!) of the day. And no, you don’t have cataracts: My camera has a tilt-shift feature that I forgot to switch off.